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Looks to the moon
fuck i don't wanna post about politics but its scaring the absolute shit out of me the story of the guy from Maryland with no criminal record who was accidentally sent to an El Salvador mega-prison where inmates are beaten, tortured, and dont have proper hygiene or medical care
like this guy had NO TRIAL OR ANYTHING they just fucking kidnapped him off the street and sent him to a foreign torture prison
El salvador has tens of thousands of people in prison and the leader brags about how horrible conditions are in there. Hundreds of people have died in El Salvador prisons according to the second link up there.
And what's more, the guy originally ran away from Venezuela because there were gangs trying to kill him.
And it sounds like there's other people been sent there too and the republicans are defending sending people to foreign torture prison WITHOUT TRIAL??? And Kristi "puppy-shooter" Noem visited the megaprison to film and show off the inmates' dehumanization and misery
in the first few pages you'll see they have a "guide" on how to recognize gang members and it's total bullshit. They have a gallery of tattoos that are supposedly "gang tattoos" but they legitimately just regular tattoos that anyone could have.
and they're like "members of the gang are usually young men 18-25 who wear clothes associated with sports teams"
i read article about it and some dipshit had commented "don't you get it? We DON'T CARE if illegals get sent to prison or what happens to them. They're rapist murdering terrorist thugs. We DON'T CARE. We DON'T CARE."
That was when I felt the most horrible sense of dread. The display of cruelty and dominance in Kristi Noem's videos, the luxuriation in humiliating and dehumanizing another person.
It reminded me of when my mom showed me a clip from Tucker Carlson speaking, saying "Watch this. I know this sounds crazy, but I almost think he has some sort of demon in him." Tucker Carlson was describing a metaphor of Trump as an angry father coming home to his disobedient teenage daughter to beat her. "This is going to hurt you way more than it hurts me!" Tucker Carlson said in the clip, with pure satisfaction and glee. He was experiencing such gratification by this fantasy of humiliating, dominating, and causing pain to someone else, and this fantasy was his political ideal. It really was just like looking a demon square in the face.
A political ideal of domination. Of inflicting pain. Of punishing and hurting and crushing. A politics that craves to see other people suffering and humiliated and treated as lower than shit. And I think the pleasure they take in that feels to them sort of golden, like justice.
We can't let this thing live in us.
Like I keep thinking of that quote that went around a couple times that talked about the author hearing the statement "Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher." and instantly feeling this pit of dread open in their stomach with its truth and how dark and horrible that truth was. I wish I could find it again because it had the same effect on me.
It seems to me that for all the hemming and hawing about the Constitution and "rights", a lot of USAmericans don't know or care what the Constitution says or what "rights" it actually guarantees, or what those "rights" even mean.
Some right-wingers right now seem to think being entitled to due process is some pussy liberal shit. Stephen Miller for example. That's right, now the goddamn Magna Carta is too progressive.
it is so incredibly unfair that inpatient psychiatrists are given the legitimacy to make sweeping judgements about our madness, twisting and shaping and classifying it into the schema that reassures their worldview when they have only ever seen us in conditions of confinement. if i am locked up, put in restraints, drugged against my will, kept from seeing the outside world for sometimes weeks at a time—my madness will respond incredibly differently to the hostile conditions of a total institution. How in the world can psychiatrists extend their analysis to make judgements about my illness/wellness/way of being in the world/way of being in my head? they have only ever seen the way I am Mad when i am surviving confinement. they have no idea what I look like when i am free.
of course i will start pacing for hours when I am locked up with nowhere to go. of course i will start screaming, and tear apart my room, and hurt myself when i am given no other options for exercising autonomy. of course i will become paranoid and start hearing things when I am under 24/7 surveillance, 15 minute checks, and cameras in every room. but every action i take is then used as evidence to fit me into a system of symptoms and diagnosis that are further used to justify my continued incarceration—it becomes an inescapable labyrinth, it becomes an irremovable cycle. every attempt to argue against their flawed interpretations just ends up as another bullet point on my medical record: "Patient lacks insight."
psychiatrists treat themselves as inherently and perfectly neutral—seeing themself not as an actor who is actively engaging and contributing to our experiences but as a removable spectator who can somehow cordon themselves off from madness (lest they catch it from us—don't you know madness is contagious?) the first confinement of psychiatry is the kind of confinement the psychiatrist does to themself: locking their emotions/perceptions/opinions behind the guise of scientific, objective neutrality. there is no psychiatry without confinement: they are bedfellows who rely on each other from the very conception of the field.
i could make a satirical joke about diagnosing psychiatrists with "Thinks They Can Be Neutral While Ignoring Their Material Conditions" disorder, but i don't want to reify their system of classifications even a little bit. What I want is to destroy the entire fucking system. it drives me crazy to watch this dynamic play out again and again and again with no recognition that putting people in conditions of confinement drastically shapes the way that we can then exist in that space.
it makes me sick—it makes me MAD.
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there's lots of things to talk about in the huge dump of "CANCELLED PLANS FOR DISCO ELYSIUM 2: CUNO BOOGALOO" but i am fixated on this little diagram of a mechanic where the better the kids are getting along, the closer they will walk to each other, and at maximum, they start holding hands
the whole game was going to be based on this complicated relationship between two traumatized orphans. and then it was going to end with them fighting to the death
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I don't think "having sex" is important. What's important is arachnid locomotion is controlled by a system of hydraulic compression
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Nothing better than an uptight repressed woman
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She's also publicly stated that she believes that anyone who reads her books or watches her shows and films does so because they explicitly agree with her political views.
There's no "agree to disagree" with her work. Every time you pick up her work or talk about it you are saying to her "I agree with you Joanne" whether you like it or not.
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evilwizard
good and righteous wizard
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Neutral wizard
EVILwizard
Nuanced and complex wizard
WHAT IS DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT THIS
*puts down the watch of wretched dreams* this isn’t working, we need to try something else
*jolts up from my trance writhing on the table* you are not my favorite therapist that ive ever seen
A friend has once again brought it to my attention that it is unusual to have an intact chronological memory of life prior to age 12 and you know what’s weird to ME is that the rest of yall forgot how to sing the clean-up song
Other shit:
- The crotch-and-chin destroying hell of a toddler’s carseat
- How fucking scary stairs are when you JUST figured out walking. “You can stand up” nah fuck that these steps go up to my knees and I’m top-heavy I’m gonna scoot down on my ass thank you
- Walking alongside fucking giants whose legs are bigger than your whole fucking body and trying to keep up
- Not knowing how to blow your nose and everyone expecting you to just figure it out by holding a tissue and saying “blow” like WHAT DO YOU MEAN CLOSE MY THROAT? Just an absolute snot waterboarding
- People describing how to make sounds with your mouth but you can’t see inside their mouth when they do it so you kind of just guess over and over while they tell you you still don’t got it
- Not having a full grasp of language but fully understanding CONCEPTS so you say shit like “are we going to the park later?” When you mean TOMORROW but all you can come up with is shit like “the next time we have lunch, not today but after today, after that” like a fucked up game of verbal post-brain injury Pictionary where people won’t let you get mad about it
- Just. Mucus. Mucus and chapped skin, all the time, chin and upper lip. And you’re not supposed to lick it cause the spit is the PROBLEM but it’s fucking OBNOXIOUS. “Just keep the skin dry” wow thanks I’ve been aware of this mechsuit for about ten minutes and still haven’t fully mastered not falling into the toilet but yeah I know how to stay on top of that, cool
- FALLING INTO THE TOILET
- Trying to eat at a table where the surface comes up to your chin but not being able to get high or close enough cause you can’t scoot your chair in and your hands still don’t coordinate good so you end up just spooning tomato sauce onto your lap like an asshole. Like yeah mom my bad, have you considered though that I ALSO don’t want me to be covered in sauce? Cool
- Adults being WAY too excited about shit that straight up is not worth the hype
- Carpet burn. Constant carpet burn. Crawling, tripping, shuffling between toys on the floor. So much goddamn carpet burn
- Knowing exactly what you’re talking about and zero people understanding because they think you’re too dumb for what you’re trying to communicate
- Being told to wave at or hug complete strangers. And they always smelled kinda weird but you weren’t supposed to say it
- The feeling of meeting an older kid and they act like they’re your manager or something
- Encyclopedic knowledge and name of every single person in your grade 1 class, and their interests
- Stroller rides. You could zone out at the ground for hours I swear to god
- Dropping something while buckled into a carseat or stroller and not being able to get it and just resigning yourself to a life in hell
- Dropping something while you’re in a carseat and it goes UNDER YOUR ASS and you can’t fucking GET IT
- Other children getting away with just absolute war crimes. Imagine if Sharon showed up to the office potluck and offered you a cookie and after you ate one revealed that she licked it. Imagine if Gord took your stapler and put it down his pants so you couldn’t get it back. Imagine if for no reason at all your coworker told you your dad was stupid and then put your laptop in the garbage
- Not remembering what different foods are called and getting pressured into agreeing to food you were NOT FULLY AWARE OF. How the FUCK is a chicken wing different from a chicken strip you ask? “Well, one just has a bone in it!” You fool. You fucking idiot. They might as well be from different animals entirely. But now you gotta eat it cause we don’t waste food (hell)
Yes I’ve talked about this before and yes I’m going to talk about it again because every single person on earth should be fully and viscerally aware that being a kid feels like every description I’ve ever read of recovering from a stroke and we all grow up and forget and talk about childhood like it was magic.
Yeah some of it was fun and all but don’t you remember FALLING DOWN CONSTANTLY? You don’t remember needing help putting a shirt on cause you got your arm stuck and couldn’t get out and panicked so bad you started crying? You DON’T remember being just CONSTANTLY STICKY? Ohhh my good, pissing yourself. Pissing yourself was the worst. Christ alive, and being put in the playpen with a weird kid
Why were you falling into the toilet?
I WAS LIKE TWO FEET TALL